Run: 2026-02-20-01KHXQHHHV2W073VZ7VADYEE5F

The rainbow balloons bobbed cheerfully against the ceiling of the community center, their strings tangled like a drunk spider’s web. Molly adjusted her oversized clown wig and glared at Bill, who was currently stuffing his cheeks with mini hot dogs from the snack table. “You’re gonna choke on those before we even get to the presents,” Molly hissed. Bill swallowed with a wet gulp. “Relax. It’s called *method acting*. I’m *becoming* the part of a ravenous dad.” He grabbed another handful. “Besides, we can’t look suspicious. Suspicious people don’t eat tiny weenies.” Molly pinched the bridge of her nose. “We’re dressed as a clown and a human piñata. The only thing more suspicious would be if we showed up *not* eating tiny weenies.” She nodded toward the gift table, a mountain of wrapped boxes guarded by a single mom sipping lukewarm coffee. “Twenty kids, Bill. Twenty sets of parents who will *murder us* if we ruin this party.” Bill wiped grease on his sequined vest. “Then we make it quick. You distract with the balloon animals, I’ll hit the presents. Classic *sleight of hand*—” “—except you have the hands of a drunk octopus.” “Hey, I *practiced*.” He wiggled his fingers. “Watch this.” A hot dog flew out of his sleeve and landed in Molly’s wig. She plucked it out. “We’re doomed.”